a quick explination here.
Im up in sydney on training from one of my providers.
I flew up sunday night and got in about 10:00, monday I have been in training all day.
I have had tonight to myself and the below is a no holds barred thaughts as they come out of my head (i havent even re-read it)
im guessing this would make for a more interesting read.
this was written in a little pub after walking half the city (train from apartment to “town hall station” to sydney habour (circular quay) and taking in the awesomness of everything on the way
ill post some pics i tool on the phone when i get them off it.
I just cant get over the size of this city.
I walked for an hour and only managed to get from the middle to the harbour
the public transport here is amazing, most of the traffic is taxis, or busses. all of the trains are double deckers and everyone seems so happy to help
i actually ran into some tourists that where asking me for directions, and i knew where to send them.
artamon (where i am staying) is north of sydney so i had to catch a train over the bridge the sight was awesome.
the views are just amazing. everything new. being lost. the feelign is fantastic.
standing at the wharf for the ferries the felling to just throw everything i was carrying in, forget work and go backpacking with sarah. im sure the kids would be fine for a year with dad.
this city holds some of the nicest places in areas you would never think. i found an internet cafe / cafe in the basement of a maccas. a quiet pub still serving counter meals at 8:30 at night with an atmosphere that demands a $30+ price tag (mind you the best gnocci of my life and a burbon an coke was only 18 bux), no riff raff here.
i regret not bringing the camera, even the little one. as my phone went flat before i got to the harbour.
this is something i defainatly want to do again, just a few days. no car. no plans. no kids, just sez and I and a small wad of cash.
I feel guilty now sitting here typing out my thaughts not having sez nd the kids here. i know that sarah is loosing her mind
its easy to pick a local. their going a million miles an hour. tourists are so relaxed its embarrising. traffic up here can only be decribed as “Violent” even in the suburbs there is no hesitation to blast horns if you so much as need to slow down, cars belting it flat out in side streets (not p platers) it rediclious! the feeling your going to be flattened constantly everything!!
the staff at IPA are also heaps different than what i expected. the office is in a state of dissaray and so relaxed its not funny, Adam is nothing ike i expected I was expected a suit and tie affair like Phil, yet hes very scruffy and quite happy to talk the techie talk.
as i eat and type I realise my phone is flat and no-one can call me. the guys will be wondering where i am. i make a decision to stop bashing out my thaughts and trying to understand rugby (you hve to be on the ground to make a try?? what?) and start heading back to “collage heaven”. maybe i can keep going there…
I am supposed to catch up with an old work collegue whilst im up here but the timing for the plane worries me.
— leaving the bar
i left the bar and jumped on the train. the network here is so simple to understand.. complex as hel, bu if you take 5 and look at the map for a few minutes it makes perfect sense.
i took a train back over the bridge, Everything was lit up like its christmas.. another awesome sight,i cant think of much mre, my brai has gone amush
the one thing i almost fell over laughing about… try seeing four cops packed into a lancer, followed by a cop car rodeo.. somethings not right.